September Saturday post turned into word art, courtesy of http://www.wordle.net!
My office computer was updated this week, and as I poked around in different files, trying to find *something* to delete (I’m a certified text-hoarder who never deletes a word or a thought; just files it away for another time!), I ran across this little description that I wrote for a long-ago newsletter:
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In Western North Carolina, Autumn doesn’t arrive in a blaze of glory; it comes quietly, overnight, with an unexpected drop in temperature. Mornings that were heavy and still with the last hot breath of summer give way to jackets at the school bus stop and rusty red apples peeking through the last of the leaves.
The mountains, swathed in the blue-green of long summer days, began to slip into something more comfortable against the chill in the air. Threads of color—copper, scarlet, rosy gold—weave in and out until the hills are blanketed in a soft glow that reaches all the way up to the sky.
Autumn smells like wood smoke; like the mixed-up county fair flavor of cotton candy and corndogs; like sweaters stored in cedar chests. It’s time to bid farewell to the beach and the lake and bare feet; to welcome, instead, the comfort of flannel sheets and hot soup and the silvery spangles of a first frost. The sun is still hot at midday, but already leaning away toward the shorter, colder days to come.
The bottom line? Look for Autumn when you least expect it. Like every other season in this region, it has tricks up its sleeves and it likes to show off its true colors. Fortunately, those colors are usually breath-taking, so enjoy every minute of it!
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I don’t remember if this actually appeared in the newsletter or not, but I liked it and thought I’d include it here. It’s still true, and it’s coming true right at this moment all around me!
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